Discipline: A Novel

CHAPTER IX.

The fifth of May arrived; and never did lover, waiting the hour
of meeting, suffer more doubts and tremors than I did, lest Mrs.
Beetham should disappoint me of my evening's paraphernalia.
Although I had ordered the dress to be at my bed-side as soon as
I awoke, the faithless mantua-maker detained it till after two
o'clock; and the intermediate hours were consumed in fits of anger,
suspense, and despondency. At last it came; and I hastened to
ascertain its becomingness and effect. I knew that Miss Mortimer
was closeted with a medical friend; I had, therefore, no interruption
to fear from her. Yet I locked myself into my dressing-room,
because I could not, without constraint, allow even Miss Arnold
to witness those rehearsals of vanity, which I was not ashamed to
exhibit before Him who remembers that we are but dust. Others
may smile at this and many other instances of my folly. I look
back upon them as on the illusions of delirium, and shudder whilst
I smile.

I was practising before a looking-glass the attitudes most favourable
to the display of my dress and figure, when my attention was
drawn by the sound of bustle in the staircase. I opened my door
to discover the cause of the noise, and perceived some of the
servants bearing Miss Mortimer, to all appearance lifeless. In
horror and alarm I sprung towards her; and in answer to some
incoherent questions, I learnt, that she had had a long private conference
with Dr. ----, and that he had scarcely left the house,
when she had fainted away. A servant had hastened to recal the
surgeon, but his carriage had driven off too quickly to be overtaken.

The dastardly habits of self-indulgence had so estranged me
from the very forms of sickness or of sorrow, that I now stood
confounded by their appearance; and if a menial, whose very existence
I scarcely deigned to remember, had not far excelled me in
considerate presence of mind, the world might then have lost one
of its chief ornaments, and I the glorious lesson of a Christian's
life--of a Christian's death! By means of the simple prescriptions
of this poor girl, Miss Mortimer revived. Her first words were
those of thankfulness for all our cares; her next request that she
might be left alone. Recollecting my strange attire, which alarm
had driven from my mind, I felt no disinclination to obey; but
the girl, whose assistance had already been so useful, begged for
permission to remain. "Indeed, ma'am," said she, "you ought
not to be left alone while you are so weak and ill."

"0h, I am weaker than a child!" cried Miss Mortimer; "but
go, my dear: I shall not be alone! I know where the weakest shall
assuredly find strength!"

The countenance of the person to whom she spoke gave signal
of intelligence; the rest stared with vacant wonder. All obeyed
Miss Mortimer's command; and I hastened to lay aside my
Turkish drapery, which, for some minutes, I had almost unconsciously
been screening from observation behind the magnitude of
our fat housekeeper.

As soon as I had resumed my ordinary dress, I stole back to the
door of Miss Mortimer's apartment. I listened for a while,--but
all was still. I entered softly, and beheld Miss Mortimer upon
her knees, her hands clasped in supplication; the flush of hope
glowing through the tears which yet trembled on her cheek; her
eyes raised with meek confidence, as the asking infant looks up in
has mother's face. I was not unacquainted with the attitude of
devotion. That I might have studied even at our theatres, where
a mockery of prayer often insults both taste and decency. I had
even preserved from my childish days a habit of uttering every
morning a short "form of sound words." But the spirit of prayer
had never touched my heart; and when I beheld the signs of vital
warmth attend that which I had considered as altogether lifeless,
it seemed like the moving pictures in the gallery of Otranto,
portentous of something strange and terrible. "Good heavens!
my dear Miss Mortimer," exclaimed I, advancing towards her as
she rose, and wiped the tears from her eyes, "surely something
very distressing has happened to you."

"Nothing new has happened," answered she, holding out her
hand kindly towards me; "only I have an additional proof that I
am, by nature, a poor, timid, trustless creature."

"Ah!" cried I, "do trust me. I can be as secret as the grave,
and there is nothing on earth I won't do to make you comfortable
again."

"I thank you, dear Ellen," answered Miss Mortimer; "but I
have no secret to tell: and, to make me comfortable, you must
minister to both body and mind. I have long been trifling with a
dangerous disorder. I have acted in regard to it as we are wont
to do in regard to the diseases of our souls,--deceived myself as to
its existence, because I fear to encounter the cure,--and now I
must submit to an operation so tedious, so painful!"--she stopped,
shuddering. I was so much shocked, that I had scarcely power to
inquire whether there were danger in the experiment. "Some
danger there must be," said Miss Mortimer; "but it is not the
danger which I fear. Even such cowards as I can meet that which
they are daily accustomed to contemplate. If it had been the will
of Heaven, I would rather have died than--But it is not for
me to choose. Shall I presume to reject any means by which my
life may be prolonged? Often, often have I vowed," continued
she, with strong energy of manner, "that I would not 'live to
myself.' And was all false and hollow? Was this but the vow of
the hypocrite, the self-deceiver?"

"Oh no!" cried I, "that is impossible. Before I knew you I
might be prejudiced. But now I see that you are always good,--always
the same. You cannot be a hypocrite."

This testimony, extorted from me by uniform, consistent uprightness,
was answered only by a distrustful shake of the head; for
Miss Mortimer habitually lent a suspicious ear to the praise of her
own virtues; and was accustomed to judge of her thoughts and
actions, not by the opinion of others, but by a careful comparison
with the standard of excellence. Tears trickled down her cheeks
while she upbraided herself as one who, having pretended to give
up all, kept back a part; and even those tears she reproached as
symbols of distrust and fear, rather than of repentance.

Only a few months had passed since the fairest dream of pleasure
would have vanished from my mind at the thought that the life of
the meanest servant of our household was to hang upon the issue
of a doubtful, dangerous experiment. Only a few months had
passed since the sufferings of a friend would have banished sleep
from my pillow, and joy from my most chosen delights. But
intemperate pleasure is not more fatal to the understanding than
to the heart. It is not more adverse to the "spirit of a
sound mind," than to the "spirit of love." Social pleasures,
call we them! Let the name no more be prostituted to that
which is poison to every social feeling. Pour months of dissipation
had elapsed; and the distress, the danger of my own friend,
and my mother's friend, now made no change in my scheme
of pleasure for the evening. I was merely perplexed how to
impart that scheme to the poor invalid. Conscience, indeed, did
not fail to remind me, that to bestow this night upon amusement
was robbery of friendship and humanity; but I was unhappily
practised in the art of silencing her whispers. I assured myself
that if my presence could have been essentially useful to Miss
Mortimer, I should cheerfully have sacrificed my enjoyment to
hers; but I was certain that if I remained at home, the sight of
her melancholy would depress me so much as to make my company
a mere burden. I endeavoured to persuade myself that, after the
scene of the morning, my spirits needed a cordial; and a sudden
fit of economy represented to me the impropriety of throwing
aside as useless, a dress which had cost an incredible sum. At the
recollection of this dress, my thoughts at once flew from excusing
my folly to anticipating its delights; and, in a moment, I was
already in the ball-room, surrounded with every pleasure, but
those of reason, taste, and virtue.

This heartless selfishness may well awaken resentment or contempt;
but it ought not to excite surprise. The very flower which
we have cherished in the sunshine, and sheltered from the storm,
attains, in our regard, a value not its own; and whoever confines
his cares, and his ingenuity, to his own gratification, will find, that
self-love is not less rapid, or less vigorous in its progress, than any
better affection of the soul.

All my endeavours, however, could not make me satisfied with
my determination. I therefore resorted to my convenient friend,
with whose honied words I could always qualify my self-upbraidings.
I opened the case, by saying, that I believed we should be
obliged to give up the masquerade after all; but I should have
been terribly disappointed if that opinion had passed uncontroverted.
I was, however, in no danger. Miss Arnold knew exactly when
she might contradict without offence; and did not fail to employ
all her persuasion on the side where it was least necessary. This
question, therefore, was quickly settled; but another still remained,--how
were we to announce our purpose to Miss Mortimer? With
this part of the subject inclination had nothing to do; and therefore
we found this point so much more difficult to decide, that
when we were dressed, and ready to depart, the matter was still
in debate.

It was, however, suddenly brought to an issue, by the appearance
of Miss Mortimer. She had remained alone in her apartment
during the early part of the evening; and now entered the drawing-room
with her wonted aspect of serene benevolence, a little
"sicklied o'er by the pale cast of thought." I involuntarily retreated
behind Miss Arnold, who herself could not help shrinking
back. Miss Mortimer advanced towards her with the most unconscious
air of kindness. "You are quite equipped for conquest,
Miss Arnold," said she. "I never saw anything so gracefully fantastic."
She had now obtained a view of my figure, and the truth
seemed to flash upon her at once; for she started, and changed
colour.

A dead silence followed, for indeed I did not dare to look up,
much less to speak. Miss Arnold first recovered herself. "Mr.
Percy," said she, endeavouring to speak carelessly, "has given
Ellen and me permission to go out for an hour."

"Yes," rejoined I, hesitatingly, "papa has given us leave, and we
shall only stay a very little while."--Miss Mortimer made no answer.
I stole a glance at her, and saw that she was pale as death.
I ventured a step nearer to her. "You are not very angry with
us," said I.

"No, Miss Percy," said she, in a low constrained voice; "I never
claimed a right to dictate where you should or should not go.
There was, therefore, on this occasion, the less necessity for having
recourse to--"

She left the sentence unfinished; but my conscience filled up
the pause. "Indeed, my dear Miss Mortimer," said I, for at that
moment I was thoroughly humbled, "I never meant to go without
your knowledge. Miss Arnold will tell you that we have been
all day contriving how we should mention it to you."

"Your word did not use to need confirmation," said Miss Mortimer,
sighing heavily. "I did hope," continued she, "that yon
would have spared to me a part of this evening; for I have many
things to say, and this is the last--"

Mis Mortimer stopped, cleared her throat, bit her quivering
lip, and began industriously to arrange the drapery upon my
shoulder; but all would not do,--she burst into tears. I could
not withstand Miss Mortimer's emotion, and, throwing my arms
round her neck,--"My dear, dear friend," I cried, "be angry with
me, scold me as much as you will, only do not grieve yourself. If
I could once have guessed that you were to be ill to-night, I
should never have thought of this vile ball; and I am sure, if it will
please you, I will send away the carriage, and stay at home still."

This proposal was perfectly sincere, but not very intelligible;
for the thought of such a sacrifice overpowered me so completely,
that the last words were choked with sobs. Miss Mortimer seemed
at first to hesitate whether she should not accept of my offer; but,
after a few moments' reflection, "No, Ellen," said she, "I will
not cause you so cruel a disappointment; for surely--surely this
masquerade has seized upon a most disproportionate share of your
wishes. You must soon be left to your own discretion; and why
should I impose an unavailing hardship? Go then, my love, and
be as happy as you can."

My heart leapt light at this concession. "Dear, good, kind Miss
Mortimer," cried I, kissing her cheek, "do not be afraid of me. I
assure you, I shall be more discreet and prudent this evening than
ever I was in my life."

Miss Mortimer gave me an April smile. "This is not much like
the garb of discretion," said she, looking at my dress, which
indeed approached the utmost limit of fashionable allurement.
"It seems time that I should cease to advise, else I should beg of
you to make some little addition to your dress. You may meet
with people, even at a masquerade, who think that no charm can
atone for any defect of modesty; and I should imagine, that your
spirit would scarcely brook the remarks they might make."

"I am sure," said I, with a blush which owed its birth as much
to pique as to shame, "I never thought of being immodest, nor of
anything else, except to look as well as I could; but if it will
please you, I shall get a tucker, and let you cover me as much as
you will."

Miss Mortimer good-naturedly accepted this little office; saying,
while she performed it, "it is a good principle in dress, that the
chief use of clothing is concealment. I am persuaded, that you
would never offend in this point, were you to remember, that if
ever an exposed figure pleases, it must be in some way in which no
modest woman would wish to please."

Meanwhile Miss Arnold, who was even more impatient than
myself to be gone, had ordered the carriage to the door. Miss
Mortimer took leave of me with a seriousness of manner approaching
to solemnity; and we departed. The moment we were alone,
Juliet proposed to undo Miss Mortimer's labours, declaring that
"they had quite made a fright of me." Fortunately for such a
world as this, the most questionable principle may produce insulated
acts of propriety. My pride for once espoused the right side.
"Forbear, Juliet!" cried I, indignantly. "Would you have people
to look at me as they do at the very outcasts of womankind,--some
with pity, some with scorn?"

Miss Arnold's "hour" had elapsed long before the concourse of
carriages would allow us to alight at Lady St. Edmunds' door.
On my first entrance, I was so bewildered by the confusion of the
scene, and the grotesque figures of the masks, that I could scarcely
recognise the mistress of the revels, although we had previously
concerted the dress which she was to wear. She presently, however,
relieved this dilemma, by addressing me in character; though
she was, or pretended to be, unable to penetrate my disguise. The
tinge of seriousness which Miss Mortimer had left upon my spirits
being aided by the alarm created by so many unsightly shapes, I
determined not to quit Lady St. Edmunds' side during the evening;
and was just going to tell her my name in a whisper, when I was
accosted by a Grand Signior, whom, in spite of his disguise, I
thought I discovered to be Lord Frederick de Burgh. I was
somewhat surprised at this coincidence in our characters, as I had
kept that in which I intended to appear a profound secret from all
but Miss Arnold, who protested that she had never breathed it to
any human being. Lord Frederick, however, for I was convinced
that it was he, addressed me as a stranger; and, partly from the
vanity of pleasing in a new character, I answered in the same
strain. We were speedily engaged in a conversation, in the
course of which a conviction of our previous acquaintance placed
me so much at ease with my Turk, that I felt little disturbance,
when, on looking round, I perceived that our matron had mingled
with the crowd, leaving Miss Arnold and me to his protection. I
proposed, however, to my friend, that we should go in search of
Lady St. Edmunds; and, still attended by our Grand Signior, we
began our round.

And here let me honestly confess, that my pastime very poorly
compensated the concealment, anxiety, and remorse which it had
already cost me. Even novelty, that idol of spoilt children, could
scarcely defend me from weariness and disgust. In the more intellectual
part of my anticipated amusement I was completely
disappointed; for the attempts made to support character were
few and feeble. The easy flow of conversation, which makes even
trifles pass agreeably, was destroyed by the supposed necessity of
being smart; and the eloquence of the human eye, of the human
smile, was wanting to add interest to what was vapid, and kindliness
to what was witty. Lord Frederick, indeed, did what he
could to enliven the scene. He pointed out the persons whom
he knew through their disguises; and desired me to observe how
generally each affected the character which he found the least
attainable in common life. "That," said he, "is Glendower in the
dress of a conjuror. That virgin of the sun is Lady B----, whose
divorce-bill is to be before the House to-morrow. That Minerva
is Lady Maria de Burgh; and that figure next to her is Miss
Sarah Winterfield, who has stuck a flaxen wig upon her grizzled
pate that she may for once pass for a Venus."

"If am to judge by your rule," said I, "you must be content
to be taken for some Christian slave, snatching a transitory
greatness."

"You guess well, fair Fatima; I am indeed a slave; and these
royal robes are meant to conceal my chains from all but my lovely
mistress."

"Why then do you confess them so freely to me?"

"Because I am persuaded that this envious mask conceals the
face of my sultana."

"No, no; by your rule I must be some stern old gouvernante,
who have locked up your sultana, and come to seize the pleasures
which I deny to her."
"Oh! here my rule is useless; for, from what I see, I can guess
very correctly what is concealed. For instance, there is first a
pair of saucy hazel eyes, sparkling through their long fringes.
Cheeks of roses--"

"Pshaw! commonplace--"

"Nay, not common vulgar country roses--but living and speaking,
like the roses in a poet's fancy."

"Well, that's better, go on."

"A sly, mischievous dimple, that, Parthian-like, kills and is fled."

"You can guess flatteringly, I see."

"Yes; and truly too. Nature would never mould a form like
this, and leave her work imperfect; therefore there is but one face
that can belong to it; and that face is--Miss Percy's."

"And I think nature would never have bestowed such talents
for flattery without giving a corresponding dauntlessness of countenance;
and that I am persuaded belongs only to Lord Frederick
De Burgh."

My attention was diverted from the Sultan's reply by a deep low
voice, which, seemingly close to my ear, pronounced the words,
"Use caution; you have need of it." I started, and turned to see
who had spoken; but a crowd of masks were round us, and I could
not distinguish the speaker. I applied to Miss Arnold and the
Turk, but neither of them had observed the circumstance. I was
rather inclined to ascribe it to chance, not conceiving that any one
present could be interested in advising me; yet the solemn tone in
which the words were uttered, uniting with the impression which,
almost unknown to myself, Miss Mortimer's averseness to my present
situation had left upon my mind, I again grew anxious to find
protection with Lady St. Edmunds.

Being now a little more in earnest in my search, I soon discovered
the object of it, and I immediately made myself known to
her. Lady St. Edmunds appeared to receive the intelligence with
delighted surprise, and reproached me kindly with having concealed
myself so long; then suddenly transferred her reproaches to
herself for having, even, for a moment, overlooked my identity,
"since, however disguised, my figure remained as unique as that
of the Medicean Venus." I can smile now at the simplicity with
which I swallowed this and a hundred other absurdities of the same
kind. A superior may always apply his flattery with very little
caution, secure that it will be gratefully received; and the young
are peculiarly liable to its influence, because their estimate of themselves
being as yet but imperfectly formed, they are glad of any
testimony on the pleasing side.

I kept my station for some time between Lady St. Edmunds and
Lord Frederick, drinking large draughts of vanity and pleasure,
till Miss Mortimer and my unknown adviser were alike forgotten.
A group of Spaniards having finished a fandango, the Countess
proposed that Lord Frederick and I should succeed them in a
Turkish dance. A faint recollection crossed my mind of the disgust
with which I had read a description of this Mahometan
exhibition, so well suited to those whose prospective sensuality
extends even beyond the grave. I refused, therefore, alleging
ignorance as my excuse; but, as I had an absolute passion for
dancing, I offered to join in any more common kind of my favourite
exercise. Lady St. Edmunds, however, insisted that, unless in
character, it would be awkward to dance at all; and that I might
easily copy the Turkish dances which I had seen performed upon
the stage. These had, so far as I could see, no resemblance to the
licentious spectacles of which I had read, excepting what consisted
in the shameless attire of the performers, in which I sincerely
believe that the Christian dancing-women have pre-eminence.
Blessed be the providential arrangements which make the majority
of woman-kind bow to the restraints of public opinion! Hardened
depravity may despise them, piety may sacrifice them to a sense
of duty: but, in the intermediate classes, they hold the place of
wisdom and of virtue. They direct many a judgment which ought
not to rely on itself; they aid faltering rectitude with the strength
of numbers; for, degenerate as we are, numbers are still upon the
side of feminine decorum. Had I been unmasked, no earthly
inducement would have made me consent to this blamable act
of levity; but, in the intoxication of spirits which was caused by
the adulation of my companions, the consciousness that I was
unknown to all but my tempters induced me to yield, and I
suffered Lord Frederick to lead me out, Yet, concealed, as I
fancied myself, I performed with a degree of embarrassment which
must have precluded all grace; though this embarrassment only
served to enhance the praises which were lavished on me by Lord
Frederick.

When the dance was ended, and I was going eagerly to rejoin
Lady St. Edmunds, I looked round for her in vain; but Miss
Arnold, with an acquaintance who had joined her, waited for me,
and once more we set out in search of our erratic hostess. In the
course of our progress, we passed a buffet spread with wines, ices,
and sherbets. Exhausted with the heat, occasioned by the crowd,
my mask, and the exercise I had just taken, I was going to swallow
an ice; when Lord Frederick, vehemently dissuading me from so
dangerous a refreshment, poured out a large glass of champagne,
and insisted upon my drinking it. I had raised it to my lips,
when I again heard the same low solemn voice which had before
addressed me. "Drink sparingly," it said, "the cup is poisoned."
Looking hastily round, I thought I discovered that the warning
came from a person in a black domino; but in his air and figure I
could trace nothing which was familiar to my recollection. My
thoughts, I know not why, glanced towards Mr. Maitland; but
there was no affinity whatever between his tall athletic figure,
and the spare, bending, diminutive form of the black domino.

No metaphorical meaning occurring to my mind, the caution of
the mask appeared so manifestly absurd, that I concluded it to be
given in jest; and, with a careless smile, drank the liquor off.
Through my previous fatigue, it produced an immediate effect
upon my spirits, which rose to an almost extravagant height. I
rattled, laughed; and, but for the crowd, would have skipped
along the chalked floors, as I again passed from room to room in
quest of Lady St. Edmunds. Our search, however, was vain.
In none of the crowded apartments was Lady St. Edmunds to be
found.

In traversing one of the lobbies, we observed a closed door;
Lord Frederick threw it open, and we entered, still followed by
Miss Arnold and her companion. The room to which it led was
splendidly furnished. Like the rest of those we had seen, it was
lighted up, and supplied with elegant refreshments. But it was
entirely unoccupied, and the fresh coolness of the air formed a
delightful contrast to the loaded atmosphere which we had just
quitted. Having shut out the crowd, Lord Frederick, throwing
himself on the sofa by my side, advised me to lay aside my mask;
and the relief was too agreeable to be rejected. He himself unmasked
also, and, handsome as he always undoubtedly was, I think I
never saw him appear to such advantage. While Miss Arnold and
her companion busied themselves in examining the drawings which
hung round the room, Lord Frederick whispered in my ear a
hundred flatteries, seasoned with that degree of passion, which,
according to the humour of the hour, destroys all their power to
please, or makes them doubly pleasing. If I know myself, I never
felt the slightest spark of real affection for Lord Frederick; yet,
whether it was that pleased vanity can sometimes take the form
of inclination, or whether, to say all in Miss Mortimer's words,
"having ventured upon the tempter's own ground, better spirits
had forsaken me." I listened to my admirer with a favour different
from any which I had ever before shown him.

I even carried this folly so far as to suffer him to detain me after
Miss Arnold and her companion had quitted the room, although I
began to suspect that I could already discern the effects of the
wine which, from time to time, he swallowed freely. Not that it
appeared to affect his intellects; on the contrary, it seemed to
inspire him with eloquence; for he pleaded his passion with
increasing ardour, and pursued every advantage in my sportive
opposition, with a subtlety which I had never suspected him of
possessing. He came at length to the point of proposing an expedition
to Scotland, urging it with a warmth and dexterity which I
was puzzled how to evade. In this hour of folly, I mentally disposed
of his request among the subjects which might deserve to
be reconsidered. Meantime, I opposed the proposal with a playful
resistance, which I intended should leave my sentence in suspense,
but which I have since learnt to know that lovers prefer to more
direct victory. Lord Frederick at first affected the raptures of a
successful petitioner; and though I contrived to set him right in
this particular, his extravagance increased, till I began to wish for
some less elevated companion. He was even in the act of attempting
to snatch a kiss,--for a lord in the inspiration of champagne is not
many degrees more gentle or respectful than a clown,--when the
door flew open, and admitted Lady Maria de Burgh, Mrs. Sarah
Winterfield, and my black domino.

Our indiscretions never flash more strongly upon our view than
when reflected from the eye of an enemy. All the impropriety of
my situation bursting upon me at once, the blood rushed in boiling
torrents to my face and neck; while Mrs. Sarah, with a giggle, in
which envy mingled with triumphant detection, exclaimed, "Bless
my heart! we have interrupted a flirtation!"--"A flirtation!"
repeated Lady Maria, with a toss expressive of ineffable disdain;
while I, for the first time, shrinking from her eye, stood burning
with shame and anger. Lord Frederick's spirits were less fugitive:--"Damn
it!" cried he impatiently, "if either of you had a
thousandth part of this lady's charms, you might expect a man
sometimes to forget himself; but I'll answer for it, neither of you
is in any danger. Forgive me, I beseech you, dear Miss Percy,"
continued he, turning to me: "if you would not make me the
most unhappy fellow in England, you must forgive me." But I
was in no humour to be conciliated by a compliment, even at the
expense of Lady Maria. "Oh! certainly, my lord," returned I,
glancing from him to his sister; "I can consider impertinence and
presumption only as diseases which run in the family." I tried to
laugh as I uttered this sally; but the effort failed, and I burst into
tears.

Lord Frederick, now really disconcerted, endeavoured to soothe
me by every means in his power; while the two goddesses stood
viewing us with shrugs and sneers, and the black domino appeared
to contemplate the scene with calm curiosity. More mortified than
ever by my own imbecility, I turned from them all, uttering some
impatient reflection on the inattention of my hostess. "She will not
be so difficult of discovery now," said the black domino, sarcastically;
"you will find her with your convenient friend in the great
drawing-room." I followed the direction of my mysterious inspector,
and found Lady St. Edmunds, as he had said, in company
with Miss Arnold.

Angrily reproaching my friend with her unseasonable desertion,
and even betraying some displeasure against the charming Countess,
I announced my intention of returning home immediately. Lady
St. Edmunds endeavoured to dissuade me, but I was inflexible,
and at last Lord Frederick, who still obsequiously attended me,
offered to go and inquire for my carriage. "I commit my sultana
to you," said he, with an odd kind of emphasis, to his aunt. She
seemed fully inclined to accept the trust; for she assailed my ill-humour
with such courteous submissions, such winning blandishments,
such novel remark, and such amusing repartee, that, in
spite of myself, I recovered both temper and spirits.

Such was the fascination which she could exercise at pleasure,
that I scarcely observed the extraordinary length of time which
Lord Frederick took to execute his mission. I was beginning
however, to wonder that he did not return, when I was once more
accosted by the black domino. "Infatuated girl!" said he, in the
low impressive whisper, to which I now began to listen with alarm,
"whither are you going?"

"Home," returned I, "where I wish I had been an hour ago."
"Are you false as well as weak?" rejoined the mask. "You are
not destined to see home this night."

"Not see home!" repeated I, with amazement. "What is it
you mean,--or have you any meaning beyond a teasing jest?"

"I know," replied the mask, "that the carriage waits which
conveys you to Scotland."

I started at the odd coincidence between the stranger's intelligence
and my previous conversation with Lord Frederick. Yet a
moment's consideration convinced me, that his behaviour either
proceeded from waggery or mistake. "Get better information,"
said I, "before you commence fortune-teller. It is my father's
carriage and servants that wait for me."

The mask shook his head, and retreated without answering. I
inquired of Lady St. Edmunds whether she knew him, but she
was unacquainted with his appearance. I was just going to relate
to her the strange conversation which he had carried on with me
in an under-voice, when Lord Frederick returned to tell me, that
the carriage was at the door; adding, that he feared he must
hasten me, lest it should be obliged to drive off.

My foot was already on the step of the carriage, when I suddenly
recoiled:--

"This is not our carriage!" cried I.

"It is mine, which is the same thing," said Lord Frederick.

"No, no! it is not the same," said I, with quickness; the warning
of the black domino flashing on my recollection. "I should
greatly prefer going in my own.

"I fear," returned Lord Frederick, "that it will be impossible
for yours to come up in less than an hour or two."

I own, I felt some pleasure on hearing him interrupted by the
voice of my strange adviser. "If Miss Percy will trust to me,"
said he, "I shall engage to place her in her carriage, in one-tenth
part of that time."

"Trust you!" cried Lord Frederick, very angrily.--"And who
are you?"

"Miss Percy's guard for the present," answered the mask dryly.

"Her guard!" exclaimed Lord Frederick. "From whom?"

"From you, my lord, if you make it necessary," retorted the
stranger.

"Oh, mercy!" interrupted Miss Arnold, "here will be a quarrel:--
do, for heaven's sake, Ellen, let us be gone."

"Do not alarm yourself, young lady," said the stranger, in a sarcastic
tone; "the dispute will end very innocently. Miss Percy,
let me lead you to your carriage; or, if you prefer remaining here
while I go in search of it, for once show yourself firm, and resist
every attempt to entice you from this spot."

I embraced the latter alternative, and the stranger left us. The
moment he was gone, Miss Arnold began to wonder who the impudent
officious fellow could be, and to inquire whether we were
to wait his pleasure in the lobby for the rest of the night. She
protested her belief, that I had been infected by that precise old
maid Miss Mortimer; and could by no means imagine what was
my objection to Lord Frederick's carriage. I coldly persisted in
preferring my own, though my suspicions were staggered by the
readiness with which Lord Frederick appeared to acquiesce my
decision. Notwithstanding his impatience at the stranger's first
interference, he now treated the matter so carelessly that my
doubts were fast giving ground, when the black domino returned,
followed by one of my servants, who informed me that my carriage
was now easily accessible.

Leaving Lord Frederick to Miss Arnold, I gave my hand to my
mysterious guardian; and, curiosity mingling with a desire to
show some little return of civility, I inquired whether he would
allow me to set him down. The stranger declined; but, offering to
escort me home, took his place by my side; giving orders to a
servant in a plain but handsome livery, that has chariot should
follow him to Mr. Percy's.

During our drive, I was occupied in endeavouring to discover
the name of my unknown attendant, and the means by which he
had gained his intelligence. Upon the first point he was utterly
impracticable. Upon the second, he frankly declared, that having
no business at the masquerade, except to watch me and those with
whom I appeared connected for the evening, he had, without difficulty,
traced all our motions; but why he had chosen such an
office he refused to discover. When he again mentioned the intended
expedition to Scotland, Miss Arnold averred that she was
lost in astonishment, and asserted her utter incredulity. I too expressed
my doubts; alleging that Lord Frederick could not believe
me weak enough to acquiesce in such an outrage. "As I have not the
honour of Miss Percy's acquaintance," returned the stranger, drily,
"I cannot determine whether a specious flatterer had reason to
despair of reconciling her to a breach of propriety." The glow of
offended pride rose to my cheek: but the carriage stopped, and I
had no time to reply, for the stranger instantly took his leave.

As soon as he was gone, Miss Arnold grew more fervent in her
expressions of wonder at his strange conduct, and his more strange
discovery, of which she repeated her entire disbelief. I had no
defined suspicion of my friend, nor even any conviction of Lord
Frederick's intended treachery; but I perceived that there was
something in the events of the night which I could not unravel;
and, weary and bewildered, I listened to her without reply.

We were about to separate for the night, when a servant brought
me a note which, he said, he had found in the bottom of the carriage.
It was not mine; it belonged to the stranger. "Oh now!"
cried Miss Arnold, eagerly advancing to look at it, "we shall discover
the mystery." But I was not in a communicative humour;
so, putting the note in my pocket, I bade her good night more
coldly than I had ever done before, and retired to my chamber.

The note was addressed to a person known to me only by character;
but one whose name commands the respect of the wise,
and the love of the virtuous. The hand-writing, I thought, was
that of Mr. Maitland. This circumstance strongly excited my
curiosity. But, could I take a base advantage of the accident
which empowered me to examine a paper never meant for my
inspection? The thing was not to be thought of, and I turned
my reflections to the events of the evening.

I was glad to revert from these tormenting thoughts, to my
speculations concerning the black domino. I was unable to divine
the motive which could induce a stranger to interest himself in my
conduct. I fancied, indeed, that I recognised Mr. Maitland's
hand-writing; and thought for a moment that he might have instigated
my mysterious protector. But what concern had Mr. Maitland
in my behaviour? What interest could I possibly have
excited in the composed, stately, impracticable Mr. Maitland?
Besides, I was neither sure that he really was the writer of the
note, nor that its contents had any reference to me. I again carefully
examined the address, but still I remained in doubt. There
could be no great harm, I thought, in looking merely at the signature.
I threw the cautious glance of guilt round the room, and
then ventured to convince myself. Before I could restore the note
to its folds, I had undesignedly read a few words which roused
my eager curiosity. Almost unconscious of what I was doing,
I finished the sentence which contained them.

The note was as follows:—

"My dear sir,--Our worthy friend, Miss Mortimer, has just now
sent to beg that I will follow her young charge to Lady St. E.'s
masked ball, whither she has been decoyed by that unprincipled
woman. I fear there is some sinister purpose against this poor
thoughtless girl. But it is impossible for me to go. The great
cause which I am engaged to plead to-morrow must not be postponed
to any personal consideration. Will you then undertake
the office which I must refuse? Will you watch over the safety
of this strange being, who needs an excuse every moment, and
finds one in every heart? She must not, and shall not, be entrapped
by that heartless Lord F. He cannot love her. He may
covet her fortune--perhaps her person too, as he would covet any
other fashionable gewgaw; but he is safe from the witchery of
her naif sensibility, her lovely singleness of mind. I enclose
the description which has been sent me of her dress. Should
another wear one similar, you will distinguish Miss Percy by a
peculiar elegance of air and motion. She is certainly the most
graceful of women. Or you may know her by the inimitable
beauty of her arm. I once saw it thrown round her father's neck.
My dear friend, if you are not most particularly engaged, lose not
a moment. She is already among these designing people. I have
told you that I am interested in her, for the sake of Miss Mortimer;
but I did not express half the interest I feel.

"Yours faithfully,
"H. MAITLAND."

In spite of the checks of conscience, I read this billet with exultation.
I skipped before my looking-glass; and, tossing back the
long tresses which I had let fall on my shoulders, surveyed with no
small complacency the charms which were acknowledged by the
stoical Mr. Maitland. Then I again glanced over some of his expressions,
wondering what kind of interest it was that he had
"left half told." Was it love? thought I. But when I recollected
his general manner towards me, I was, in spite of vanity and the
billet, obliged to doubt. I resolved, however, to ascertain the
point; "and if he be really caught," thought I, "what glorious revenge
will I take for all his little sly sarcasm!" To play off a fool
was nothing; that I could do every day. But the grave, wise Mr.
Maitland would be so divertingly miserable, that I was in raptures
at the prospect of my future amusement.

This presentation of Discipline: A Novel, by Mary Brunton
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